My town is pretty dull.
But my Dad comes from a little town in the mountains of Colorado. It was settled by Mormon pioneers, and every year on July 24th, (the anniversary of the day the Mormon pioneers arrived in UTAH, not the day these people arrived in Colorado,) they have a big celebration of pioneer heritage.
This includes a parade.
Oh, god, the parade.
The parade happens on, I think, the closest Friday to the 24th of July. It's a huge deal. Every church, every business, every sub-group witihin every church has a float in this parade. And the whole town turns out to watch it.
This is not the dumb part.
Everyone goes out, the floats go by, they all clap appreciatively. Some of the floats have people throwing candy. It's neat. And after the parade goes by, they all keep sitting there. Why, you ask? Because the parade is going to turn around when it reaches the end of the route, and then come back, and they are all going to watch the other side of the parade as it goes back the other direction.
This is still not the dumb part.
The dumb part is that on Saturday, the next day, they go out and do it all over again. People sit and watch the parade, then they wait, and then they watch it go back the other way.
I have seen family members go to watch the same stupid parade four times.
Now, disclaimer, I have not been there in several years. Maybe they don't do that anymore. And in fairness, they have a pretty great carnival and cookout associated with the whole thing. But... yeah, the parade is a running joke in my family.
